Was it the warm winds down from the Pyrenees
Or maybe Poseidon's breath off the Mediterranean
That stirred the Spanish Muses,
Who whispered and giggle and tickled the ear
of the passionate Balkan son
To set his pen ablaze and spin his tales,
Paint his imagery,
Behind smoky haze and quenched by bitter elixirs
And sweet wines of the plains of Europa
September 28, 2005 10:33 (on receiving new poetry from a dear friend)
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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